Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.